DANISH FAIRY AND FOLK TALES
at the clouds, with their beautiful golden tinge, the blue sky, and the silver-gray rye-fields, and thought of the future and of what he would like to be in the world. He had often wished to become a huntsman, but how could he ever obtain the necessary equipment—a shot-gun, a horse, and a horn? While these thoughts came and went, he fell asleep, but was awakened by hearing himself addressed in a feeble voice which sounded near his ear: "Help me, help me!" He arose and looked around, but saw nothing. "Help me!" said the voice again, and this time it seemed to come from the ground beneath his feet. James bent down and examined the grass, where he saw the figure of a dwarf with a large head and thin legs, hardly taller than the finger of an ordinary man or woman.
"Help me, help me!" cried the little man again.
"What ails you?" inquired James.
"Listen!" said the dwarf. "I live in this hill. To-night I visited my grandfather, who lives in the hill opposite. When I returned, a cow had placed herself over the doorway, and I cannot pass her. Will you chase her away?"
"Let me look at you a moment!" said James. "I never saw such a little fellow before."
"Yes, but be quick, for if the sun shines on me, I shall be converted into cobweb and night's dew!"
James walked around to the other side of the hill and chased the cow away. "Come back to-morrow night at twelve, that we may reward you," said the
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